Flee the icy lucifer. Oh he's an awful fellow! What a mistake! I didn't take a feather from his pillow. Here's the everlasting rub: neither am i good or bad. I'd give up my halo for a horn and the horn for the hat i once had. I'm only breathing. There's life on my ceiling. The flies there are sleeping quietly. Twist my right arm in the dark. I would give two or three for One of those days that never made Impressions on the old score. I would gladly be a dog barking up the wrong tree. Everyone's saved we're in the grave. See you there for afternoon tea. Time for awaking the tea lady's making A brew-up and baking new bread. Pick me up at half past none There's not a moment to lose. There is the train on which i came. On the platform are my old shoes. Station master rings his bell. Whistles blow and flags wave. A little of what you fancy does you good (or so it should). I thank everybody For making me welcome. I'd stay but my wings have just dropped off.